Lyrics My First Snow - Matt Morris

Tis the season to be still
Tis the season to make fire
Tis the season of goodwill
Charity the hearts desire
I close my eyes
And return to my first snow
The sky is wide
On this Christmas night
And I have no place to go
It feels like my first snow
Tis the season to prepair
Warm and sweet delicious things
Tis the season to repair
All our silly bickering's
I close my eyes
And return to my first snow
The sky is wide
On this Christmas night
And I have no place to go
It feels like my first snow
I close my eyes
And return to my first snow
The sky is wide
On this Christmas night
And I have no place to go
It feels like my first snow